In My Darkest Hour
I wake up every morning with a promise. I love you. I'll always love you. I'll always be here. And, the promise stays with me, as I walk my life, and with every night the promise sleeps with me, and with every waking moment it embraces me, giving me hope. As a wretched man I've come to believe that nothing good was ever to happen to me. And yet, you're here, and thus I keep the promise, that single ray of light that shines on my face, on this horrid exisence.
And hope I always keep, kept in my pocket like the charm 'round my neck. As I fight the demons inside me hope keeps them at bay, and I realize and realize that this is not about deserving to be loved. There is only room for that chance for change, that minute probability that my life isn't about the load on my back, or the wounds I used to inflict upon myself, or the memories that sting, or the demons that remain.
So I shall keep that promise in my pocket, that hope that shines on my scarred face, and have faith in us.
And hope I always keep, kept in my pocket like the charm 'round my neck. As I fight the demons inside me hope keeps them at bay, and I realize and realize that this is not about deserving to be loved. There is only room for that chance for change, that minute probability that my life isn't about the load on my back, or the wounds I used to inflict upon myself, or the memories that sting, or the demons that remain.
So I shall keep that promise in my pocket, that hope that shines on my scarred face, and have faith in us.